In the 90s I studied at one of the universities of Moscow, lived in the old community and was with us in this community pet-Dashenka. Dashinka was a rat. Dashenka lived in the dark corridors of communion, did not touch anyone and coexisted peacefully with us. Dashinku was fed by everyone: students, a watchman, even a cleaner. From such an abundant diet, Dashenka became a very large and fed good-hearted rodent.
Once in the fifth grade, Serega and I decided to invite girls to the shelter... we go into the shelter, in the hands of bags with food, the girls next to something, we climb to the floor, and the shelter, as I said, old, the lamps in the corridors burn through two. We go in the dark and see how Dašenka comes out from the corner slowly into the gap) the girl noticed Dašenka in the darkness with a whispering cat!" She jumped, leaned and continued to glow the Rat, Dašenka was squeezed from such familiarity pressed into the floor and froze. Zamer and I and Serega already have a spinal brain realizing that the situation can not be saved at all! ))) Dashinka, realizing that the chips will not be and that she was unceremoniously touched, stood on her back legs, wrapped her bald tail and stared at the girl's face with red eyes, whispered loudly. Such a tremendous fire in our community did not remember even the watchman Ally Petrovich, and he had seen a lot! ))) The girl’s hysteria lasted for more than an hour, and slightly diminished only after three glasses of Amaretto. The romantic evening was hopelessly ruined.)